The Rescuer

BACHELOR

Romance was the last thing on my mind when I answered a 911 call from a little girl whose mother was unconscious. That changed when I broke down the door and encountered Marybeth, who was scantily clad, very much alive and utterly bewildered. Her daughter Miranda--a miniature spitfire in oversize heels and mascara--was obviously a handful. My instincts warned me to stay away.. . so why do I keep going back?

BACHELORETTE

Single-handedly raising a child who's eight-going-on-eighteen zaps all my energy. I must admit, Gunner might be marriage material, if I had time for a relationship . . . which I don't. But fate--and Miranda--keep throwing us together. And whenever that happens, we're like teenagers, unable to keep our hands off each other ....